Deep South Hot The forecast is cloudy. It is the summer of 2017 in Mount Pleasant, SC. Jolana, her daughter and her husband are at the KOA with my Pappa and his dog, Dexter. It is hot, deep South hot. This is hours before the solar-eclipse began its traverse of the USofA. It’s not gone… Continue reading Forecast is Cloudy
The way to never repeat is to never forget.
Akio creates a problem for me. He was born fucked. Two addict parents self-medicating to cope with a buzzing swarm of mental issues. Generations of living on the dole. Akio is an addict. Depending on his mood, he feels either schizophrenic, anxious or depressed. He is homeless, in his first year out of jail, and… Continue reading Akio
Happy Year of the Rooster! I got me a 9mm, 12-gauge, full-auto, laser-sighted, led flashlighted bad ass paintball gun and I am going to murder against these wussies.
I don’t have 1500 odd words on a single topic. I have a storm cloud of random thoughts buzzing around like knats on meth. So, this post will be a little (a lot) scattered. Your normally crazy-making, pugnacious blog posts will resume soon enough. ♦ ♦ ♦ We have been told for a century that we have… Continue reading Hello 2017
Ahora bien, la fe es la garantía de lo que se espera, la certeza de lo que no se ve. 2 Gracias a ella fueron aprobados los antiguos.
Hebreos 11: 3 Por la fe entendemos que el universo fue formado por la palabra de Dios, de modo que lo visible no provino de lo que se ve.
The highest form of swordsmanship is living so you don’t need a sword. Master your weapon so you live free of the need for a weapon.
There is a price to knowing God
Matthew 25:21 applies here.
At some point we have to live free today. Tomorrow is not promised, yesterday fixed in our rear view mirror, fading fast. Kings tend to be disappointing.